Every day, along about evening
When the sunlight's beginning to fail
I ride through the slumbering shadow
Along the Navajo trail
When it's night and crickets are calling
And the coyotes are making a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo trail
I love to lie and listen to the music
When the wind is strumming a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill, the moon is climbing
Always finds me a wishing on a star
Well, whaddya know, it's morning already
There's the dawning so silver and pale
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo trail
Well, whaddya know, it's morning already
There's the dawning so silver and pale
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo trail
Oh, yes, it's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo trail
